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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.