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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.