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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.