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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
MDC,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.