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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.