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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.