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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
The Move,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.