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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.