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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The J.B.'s to the rap 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.