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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.