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 Hungary and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smoke to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Television,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.