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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.