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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.