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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
10cc,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.