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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Malaria!,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.