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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Section 25 to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Gong,
AZ,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.