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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.