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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Franke,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.