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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.