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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.