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 Jordan and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.