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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.