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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.