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 United States and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.