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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
The Monks,
Can,
New Order,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.