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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.