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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.