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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.