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 Iceland 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Model 500,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Television,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.