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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.