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 Azerbaijan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 The Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.