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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.