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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.