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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson 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?
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.