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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the punk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.