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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.