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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Motorama,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.