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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.