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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.