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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.