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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ludus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.