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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.