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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Yaz,
the Germs,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.