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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.