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 India and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Cluster,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.