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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
The Wake,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.