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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.