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 India and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.