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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Scion,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.