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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.