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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.