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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
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.