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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Gong,
The Saints,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.