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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.