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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Black Pus,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.