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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.