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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Godley & Creme 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.