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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.