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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.