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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Last Poets to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Index,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.