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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.