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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.