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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Cluster,
Can,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.