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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.