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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.