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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.