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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
X-101,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.