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 Canada and from Accra.
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 Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.