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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Mars,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Smog,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.