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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.