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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.