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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.