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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.