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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.