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 Iran 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Toni Rubio to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Index,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.