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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
The Motions,
the Germs,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.