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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.