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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.