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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.