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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.