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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kayak 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.