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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.