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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Can,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.