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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
UT,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.