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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton 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.