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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.