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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the electroclash 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.