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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.