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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.