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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
X-101,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.