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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.