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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.