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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.