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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.