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 South Sudan 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.