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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.