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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
UT,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.