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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.