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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.