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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Mars,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.