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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The Sonics to the rock 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.