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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.