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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
The Names,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
ABC,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.