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 Mongolia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.