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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.