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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.