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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat 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?
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.