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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.