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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 World's Most 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
10cc,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
The Move,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.