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 Guinea 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.