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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.