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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Index,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.