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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.