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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.