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 Lithuania 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Index,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Q65,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.