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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.