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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Television,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.