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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.