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 Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
June Days,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.