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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.