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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Can,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.