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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.