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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Scion,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
X-102,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.