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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.