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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Monks,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.