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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.