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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.