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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.