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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Can,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Japan,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.