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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
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.