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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Hashim,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.