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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Can,
Little Man,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.