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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.