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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.