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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Swans,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.