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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.