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 Norway and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 AZ to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Qualms,
The Associates,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.