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 Slovenia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.