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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.