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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Nas,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.