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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.