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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
UT,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.