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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Scion,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.