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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Crime,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.