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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.