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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Visage,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.