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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
UT,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.