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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s.
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 Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.