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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.