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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.