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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Index,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.