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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.