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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Quadrant to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.