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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Gong,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.