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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.