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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.