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 Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.