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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.