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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.