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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Television,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.