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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Eddi Front to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
CMW,
The Names,
Technova,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.