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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.