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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.