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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.