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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.