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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.