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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.