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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
the Germs,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.