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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.