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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.