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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Can,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.