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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
The Remains,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.