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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.