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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Visage,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.