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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
The Names,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.