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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.