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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.