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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Qualms,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.