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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
UT,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.