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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Brick to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.