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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.