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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.