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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.