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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.