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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.