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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.