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 Chad and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.