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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Lyres,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.