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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.