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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.