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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.