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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.