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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.