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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
The Human League,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.