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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro 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 dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Liliput,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.