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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
JFA,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.