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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
The Sound,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.