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 New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Erasure to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.