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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Black Dice 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.