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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini 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?
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.