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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! 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?
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.