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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.