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 Iraq 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Index,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.