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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
cv313,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.