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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.