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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Connie Case to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.