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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.