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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Gong,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.