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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.