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 Paraguay 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.