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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.