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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.