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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.