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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.