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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
John Cale,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.