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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.