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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.