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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.