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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Swans,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.