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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.