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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the punk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.