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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.