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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Ten City,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.