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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.