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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Fear,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
PIL,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.