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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.