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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.