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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.