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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.