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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.