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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.