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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.