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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
DNA,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.