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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Television,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.