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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Swans,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.