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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Q65,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.