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 Morocco 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
UT,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.