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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.