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 Germany 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry 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 rap 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
MC5,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.