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 Syria and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.