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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.