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 India and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 güiro 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.