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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 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 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 The Invisible to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
10cc,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.