Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.