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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.