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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.