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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.