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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.