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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
The Martian,
June Days,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Delta 5,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.