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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.