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 Nigeria and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.