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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.