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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.