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 Azerbaijan 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.