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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
The Index,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.