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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.