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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.