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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
New Order,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.