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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.