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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.