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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
the Human League,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
cv313,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.