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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.