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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.