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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.