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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.