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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.