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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.