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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.