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 France and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.