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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
MC5,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.