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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wake to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.