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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.