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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.