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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.