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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 This Heat to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.