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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.