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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Slave,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.