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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.