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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.