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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.