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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
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.