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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.