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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
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Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
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.