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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.