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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.