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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Magma,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.