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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
UT,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.