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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Human League 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
UT,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.