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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Smog,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.