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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Roy Ayers to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.