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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.