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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
MC5,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Unwound,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.