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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.