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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.