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 Jordan 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Neu!,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.