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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Monks,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.