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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.