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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.