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 Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.