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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Franke,
David Bowie,
The Index,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.