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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.