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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
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.