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 Honduras and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.