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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.