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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.