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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
cv313,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.