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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.