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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ten City,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.