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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.