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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.