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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.