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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.