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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.