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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.