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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.