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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.