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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.