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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.