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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.