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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.