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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Last Poets to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy 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.