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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.