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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.