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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.