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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Names to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
the Association,
Franke,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Zapp,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.