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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.