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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.