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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
UT,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.