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 Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.