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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.