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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.