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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.