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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
The Busters,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.