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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.