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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Index,
Oneida,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.