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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Smoke 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.