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 Burkina 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.