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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.