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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
10cc,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.