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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.