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 Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.