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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.