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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.