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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fortunes to the rap 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
MDC,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
The Busters,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.