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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Can,
Technova,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.