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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.