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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Monks,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.