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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.