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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.