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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.