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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
John Cale,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.