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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Can,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.