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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.