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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.