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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.