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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.