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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Human League to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Warsaw,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.