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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.