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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Index,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.