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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.