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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Skarface,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.