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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 The Cowsills to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.