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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.