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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Mars,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.