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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.