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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Liliput to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.