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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.