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 Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Golliwogs to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.