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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.