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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Suicide to the disco 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.