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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Technova,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.