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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.