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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
ABC,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.