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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.