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 Lesotho 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.