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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
cv313,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.