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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC'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.