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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Moebius to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.