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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.