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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.