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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.