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 Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.