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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.