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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 June Days 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.