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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.