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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.