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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.