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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
June of 44,
Television,
Roxette,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.