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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.