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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.