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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.