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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the punk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.