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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.