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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.