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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
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 Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.