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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.