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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II 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 punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
the Human League,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.