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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Index,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.