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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.