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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.