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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
The Names,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.