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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.