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 Somalia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.