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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.