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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.