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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.