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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.