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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.