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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.