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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
X-101,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.