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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.