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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.