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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.