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 Maldives 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.