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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.