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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.