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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.