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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Association to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.