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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.