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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.