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 Sierra Leone 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.