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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Gong,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.