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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
The Names,
Technova,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Television,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.