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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Lyres,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.