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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.