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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.