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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.