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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.