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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.