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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Cameo to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Darondo,
The Cure,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.