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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 808 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 Livin' Joy to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
DNA,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.