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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.