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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.