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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Swans,
AZ,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.