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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.