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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Smog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.