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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.