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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.