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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.