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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Wings,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.