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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Doors to the rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.