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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.