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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.