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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.