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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.