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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.