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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Average White Band,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.