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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.