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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.