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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.