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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.