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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.