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 Malaysia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Susan Cadogan 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Motorama,
The Motions,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
a-ha,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.