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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Q and Not U to the grime 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.