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 Cuba and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Scion,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.