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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Shoche,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.