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 Benin 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Cymande,
the Human League,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.