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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Pole,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
AZ,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.