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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.