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 Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.