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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.