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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.