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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.