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 St Lucia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.