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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.