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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.