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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Litter to the jazz 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.