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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Smog,
Swans,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.