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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.