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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.