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 Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.