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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.