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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 clarinet 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.