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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
New Order,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.