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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.