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 France 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.