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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.