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 Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.