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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.