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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.