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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.