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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.