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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.