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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.