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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.