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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.