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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sam Rivers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.