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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.