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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.