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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the disco 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Newcleus,
Television,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Technova,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
New Order,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.