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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Slave,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.