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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.