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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.