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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.