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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.