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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.