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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Wings,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.