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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Wire,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.