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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 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 The Human League 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.