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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.