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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.