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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.