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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Q65,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.