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 Taiwan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.