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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.