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 Switzerland 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.