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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.