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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Franke,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.