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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Index,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.