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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.