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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.