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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.